I know if I were in your generation I would be really tired of seeing Sophia Loren as a sex object.

When your mama was the geek, my dreamlets," Papa would say, "she made the nipping off of noggins such a crystal mystery that the hens themselves yearned toward her, waltzing around her, hypnotized with longing.

American culture is torn between our long romance with violence and our terror of the devastation wrought by war and crime and environmental havoc.

It is coincidence, I decide, and I am getting old and batty, thinking the universe revolves around me.

They thought to use and shame me but I win out by nature, because a true freak cannot be made. A true freak must be born.

Suddenly the staggering love bursts away from me like milk from a smashed glass.

But the idea that women can't take care of themselves still permeates our culture.